Whispering, they point their fingers
They see me looking and quickly look away
As I walk away the gossip lingers
I can just imagine the words they say
I make my way downtown to a crowded bus stop
Stares and looks of disgust I recieve
An old girlfriend who once shared my secrets
Conveniently forgets her own ***** deeds
I was never really
The man in the trench coat
Supposing to expose my naked shame
I didn’t breathe down phones
I was never out to get ya
Never peeked through your windows
Yet the labels remain...
I was just like you an innocent child
Falling in place, never making waves
Yet if you cross any line, they wont’ let you redeem
They believe such a person can never refrain…
Sep 15, 2013
Sep 15, 2013 at 10:18 AM UTC
Whispering, they point their fingers
They see me looking and quickly look away
As I walk away the gossip lingers
I can just imagine the words they say
I make my way downtown to a crowded bus stop
Stares and looks of disgust I recieve
An old girlfriend who once shared my secrets
Conveniently forgets her own ***** deeds
I was never really
The man in the trench coat
Supposing to expose my naked shame
I didn’t breathe down phones
I was never out to get ya
Never peeked through your windows
Yet the labels remain...
I was just like you an innocent child
Falling in place, never making waves
Yet if you cross any line, they wont’ let you redeem
They believe such a person can never refrain…
Ode to an old friend.
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